Fantasy: Please Don’t Take My Chance Again

Comprehending nearly 10% of the glacier knife intent, in the ice and snow environment on the extreme north peak of Xiaohanjing, it seems to have transformed into a real ten thousand-year-old glacier, rushing forward mightily.

Even if they were just onlookers, everyone could feel the piercing wind of knives coming towards them, as if even the blood was about to be frozen.

This knife is several times stronger than any knife Feng Han used before.

Even Li Qingyang had never been taught before.

"Senior Brother Feng Han's divine power!"

There are already disciples of the North Snow School shouting excitedly.

Under the terrifying light of the sword, the lonely Gu Xuan seemed so insignificant that he would be swallowed up by the light of the sword in the next second.

But just when everyone thought the dust had settled, a trace of strong despair rose from everyone's heart.

black.

Wisps of strange black mist are spreading.

Even the snowflakes falling in the sky seemed to be dyed black.

In the next moment, the knife light suddenly appeared!

The majestic glacier vision was sliced ​​in half by the light golden knife light from the middle plane.

Knife breaks the glacier!

Feng Han's pupils contracted, his face showed extreme shock, and he opened his mouth just as he was about to say something.

The light of the knife has arrived.

"boom--"

His body was blasted from the front, and his whole body was chopped off, and he was deeply embedded in a boulder behind him.

Everyone was stunned, staring blankly at the scene in front of them.

The situation on the field changed too fast, and my mind hadn't turned around all of a sudden.

It has been quiet for more than a dozen breaths, and the tranquility is finally broken.

"Senior brother Feng...Feng Han, lost... defeated?!"

It was a voice that was so surprised that it almost distorted, full of disbelief.

Only then did everyone recover from the huge shock and recall what happened just now.

Feng Han was defeated!

In the Spirit Sea Realm, Senior Brother Feng Han, who had shown all his saber intent, was defeated.

Defeated at the hands of an unknown Innate Eighth Stage disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect.

How...how could this have happened? !

The challenge across a large Realm, the result is like this?

And this is not a step-up challenge in the general sense, because Feng Han himself is a genius who comprehends the sword intent, far stronger than ordinary spirit sea realm.

Everyone's faces were filled with extreme shock and disbelief. They wondered whether they might be dreaming now.

The turbulent snowflakes flying all over the sky gradually calmed down, and a Daoist figure appeared in front of everyone.

It was a tall and straight boy who was slowly withdrawing his knife.

The young man has a handsome face, but his eyes are as dark as ink, which is very strange.

It makes people feel a deep chill from the bottom of their hearts.

It was him who defeated Feng Han!

Everyone's heart trembled.

At this time, a Daoist figure struggled to crawl out from the gravel.

Looking at Gu Xuan, Feng Han's pale face was filled with shock and unwillingness.

"Have you comprehended more than 20% of your sword intent?"

The young man smiled slightly, the blackness in his eyes faded little by little, and he said lightly, "You guessed right."

All of a sudden, everyone was shocked violently, and there were bursts of gasps on the field.

"Hiss—"

Sword intent of more than 20%?

Innate Eighth Stage?

Are you kidding me?

But if it wasn't like this, how could he defeat Feng Han with a big Realm?

"Twenty percent sword intent..Twenty percent..."

Li Qingyang muttered, looking at the tall and straight figure in the field, his expression was a little dazed.

The rest of the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were stunned.

Lu Jiang had heard from Li Cong that Gu Xuan's saber intent comprehension was more than 10%, which was enough to surprise him.

Unexpectedly, it was actually as much as 20%.

It's a pity that he hasn't even touched the threshold of martial arts artistic conception.

The gap between people is too great.

On the side of the North Snow School, Du Xing, who had been questioning Gu Xuan's strength before, now has his mouth wide open, and his jaw seems to be dislocated.

The flame in Li Hanshan's eyes went out.

He knew there was a gap between himself and Gu Xuan, but he didn't expect the gap to be so big that he lost interest in catching up.

People, why do you want to compare with monsters?

What was taken away by Gu Xuan before, he never thought of taking it back.

Even thinking that Gu Xuan used his own saber to defeat Feng Han, he felt a strange feeling of pride in his heart.

Ke Duanyue at the side touched the wound on his face, then looked at Feng Han who was lying on the ground, and suddenly felt that the wound didn't hurt so much.

This pervert even beat up Senior Brother Feng Han, so it's normal for him to have been beaten up by him.

Gu Xuan didn't have time to pay attention to all the eyes surrounding him, he walked to the boulder and picked up the two storage spirit rings that he had been thinking about for a long time.

This is his chance, and it can be regarded as his hand.

...

At the same time, Xiaohan was outside the country.

Xing Elder, who was wearing a black robe, and the burly old man of the North Snow School were playing chess.

"you lose."

Xing Elder dropped a hand casually and said lightly.

The burly old man stared at the chessboard and frowned, thinking hard.

After a while, he dropped the chess piece in his hand, shook his head and said, "No more, no more. Playing chess is too boring. It's far less enjoyable than fighting."

Xing Elder seemed to have been used to the old man's temper for a long time, silently put away the chessboard, looked at the sky and said, "The three days are coming soon, and they are coming out soon."